So yesterday was a typical Monday for me, or what seems like one. My to-do list was on average twelve things. Five small four to ten minute projects, Four medium projects that would take 20 to 30 minutes and then 3 big projects which would take a couple hours. No problem. As I started tackling my list other things started piling on turning my to-do list into like a Marathon. But I'm not complaining. I like being busy. Today is another busy day filled with a lot of finishing up yesterday's list and some things I recently added.
Writing, working, and being a parent, your schedule gets filled up pretty quick. For me I wish my daughter's swim team would understand this. See, during that to-do list I was tackling, I received FIVE yes FIVE emails about how I needed to donate not only my time but cases of water, snacks, and what not for their upcoming swim meet so they can sell this crap at the concession stand. Normally this wouldn't bother me. In fact if you knew me beyond the blogging end like some of my CP and friends do, you'd know I'm always happy to help any way I can. So why am I so miffed now, well, I already gave them money for their concession stand, cause it was in the fee's for the entire year. Yet every week, I get these emails about all this extra crap they want or need me to buy. Seriously!
It's things like this that makes me so upset, that I can't hold back my feelings much longer. I emailed this woman and told her I couldn't volunteer during the meet because I was completely swamped with other things and I don't have a sitter for my son. This lady emails me back and says I need to hire someone to take my place, UMMMM EXCUSE ME!!! Lady You can SUCK IT!!!
Further more, she asks that I donate all this crap. Do you think we're all made of money and it grows on trees? Even if I were, this is BS to the Max and if I didn't pay for the whole year already and my daughter didn't enjoy this crap I'd pull her out so fast it wouldn't be funny. I'd also demand a refund for the rest of the quarter. So I email her and remind her I can't do this stuff and she should have given the parents more notice than four days before a meet.
So lady comes back with, I just don't understand why you can't fill your part as the supporting parent. Supporting parent??? I swim with my kid whenever I can. I tell her what areas she did really really good in. What areas she's better at than I ever was. This makes my kid happy. And I do this in not only the sports she plays but in Life in general. Don't tell me how I'm not supportive you ignorant woman. You don't know me. Or what I do. GRRR. Needless to say my email wasn't polite, although I tried. (Not winning a parent of the year award from them after that email)
What do you do when you can't contain your resentment toward something anymore?